A Londoner in Hawaii
Story by mark1092
I apologize for my just scholastic knowledge of the english language. I’m pretty sure you’ll find several grammatical horrors, rather than errors. Nevertheless, I hope you will appreciate my story.
Also, forgive me for the very short chapters, but I hate the classic walls of text. In addition I don’t think you’ll see sex scenes before Chapter 3.
Tags for each chapter
Chapter 1
No sex
Chapter 2
No sex
Chapter 0 - Prologue
"We're landing at the Honolulu International Airport. Please sit back and fasten your seat belts”.
"Mom! Wake mom that we are landing, come on!", I informed her. I was rather abrupt.
Mom yawn loudly. She shook her head and stretched her neck and shoulders. She looked almost like a little baby girl in a commercial.
"Oh, come on! Aren’t you excited?”
"Oh, yes. Really very excited ..." I said with little enthusiasm. To tell the truth, I was quite pissed. New life, new city ... Even a new state. And moreover, with the Yanks.
"I want to go back to London," I whispered.
I felt the plane fell, while the Honolulu International Airport was getting closer. "Nervous?" she asked me, seeing that I was gripping the armrest of the seat with force. I did not answer. I was too afraid.
Between the recovery of the little luggage and the taxi ride, we were at home in about 3 hours. Our new home. The apartment was not bad at all. Maybe not as great as what we had in England, but at least it did not cost much.
We lived in a not-so-modest apartment in a nice suburban neighborhood. Nothing to go crazy, of course, but that was more than enough for the moment. Perhaps, when Mom would start to work again and earn a lot, we could afford a house or an apartment bigger and more beautiful.
While me and the driver took off our bags from the taxi, I saw a woman walking towards us. Mom went to meet her with open arms to embrace her.
"Emma!" she screamed.
"Stacy! You arrived at last!”
"Yes, I just landed. The flight was very long.”
The two women embraced, and then came to meet me. In the meantime I had downloaded all the bags.
"Alexander, she is Emma, she is the colleague I mentioned. Emma, he is my son Alexander."
I hate being called by my full name, but that time I pretended not to notice and smiles.
"Nice to meet you, Alex”
"My pleasure, Mrs. Emma.”
She laughed.
"Call me Emma and nothing else. Nothing formality, or is likely to make me feel old."
I nodded. I realized only then that Emma was a very beautiful woman. I could not determine how old she was, but had to be younger than my mother. Maybe it was closer to my age than hers. I could not give more than 26-27 years. She looked very young and with a beautiful body. It
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